Idol ruminations – on the fly

sorry for lack of update, school holidays = no time

will post tonight but probably after someone gets booted off.

Very briefly:
– was it just me or did anyone else notice that TiNatalie GaucArena can’t pronounce her r’s, so it sounded like I’m looking at the man in the miwwa…?
Thought Matt was amazing.
– Loved Ben even though he was clearly nervy.
– Also really liked Mark – am liking him more and more each week.
– Thoroughly bored by:
Jacob – gee another British pop tune
Hairy Daniel – I found it deeply ironic that someone so boring did a boring arrangement of a KISS song but then Mark gave him a touchdown WTF?)
and Tarisai – at least her arse didn’t look like two pigs fighting under a blanket this week
– Have mixed emotions about Marty, I think his number is up
– can’t think of who the ninth person is which says something doesn’t it.

Idol ruminations – third final ousting

Oh Sweet Lord the populace has seen the light.

Cosette-Ja’mie-Lana ‘the thief’ Krost is in the bottom three.

Tarisai is a surprise

Daniel ‘I am a hairy man’ Misfud. M’eh.

He’s back on the couch as quickly as he was off it.

OH and the nation has finally voted with some sort of intelligence…

Goodbye Cosette – good luck with the community muscials and maximising all opportunities to use jazz hands.

Idol ruminations – third final, disco the night away

After last week’s absolutely appalling performances I approached tonight with a great deal of fear, trepidation and loathing.

I’m going to try the live posting while it’s on, just to keep me amused.

Tarasai Vushe. Dear Lord it looks like two pigs fighting under a blanket down there. I can only imagine how much time was spent getting into those pants. She sang something and it was underwhelming. I am concerned the same ‘safe’ performances are going to flow as they did last week.

Relief! Ben McKenzie was great. Last year Damien Lieth just had this quiet conviction. A fortitude if you will, about his ability and capacity to win. And then, even after Kyle called him tic-tac teeth, he went and won it. Ben has that same ‘air’. He is a real contender.

Mark da Costa rocked it and was really good. I liked it. He ROCKED. I like him more and more each week. He was the saving grace of abysmal last week, but this week stepped up to the plate then smashed it over his head.

Cosette Ja’mie Lana ‘The Thief*’ Krost is up after the break.

It sounds like she started on the wrong note. GOODNESS, she even admitted she how ‘musical theatre’ she sounded but how far she’s come (all in the ear of the believer m’dear).
It’s a case study in how to sing disco (or in last week’s example rock) as if you’re auditioning for the school musical.
FINALLY the judges are being ruthless. FINALLY.
But it’s been a TRAINWRECK.

Jacob Butler is camped out in the same tent as Daniel Misfud for me. I care not if they stay or go. Once the competition is over they’ll hang around for a while and then just disappear off the radar and turn up on one of those ‘where are they now’ shows in ten years time. He’s singing a Jamiroquai song. It’s OK.

Marty Simpson. Singing a Hot Chocolate tune. Yey for Marty! He finally didn’t look like he was about to crap his dacks from fear and actually seemed to have f.u.n. Awesome. Some judges liked it, some hated it. I fear he may go this week.

Daniel ‘I am a hairy man’ Mifud. Oh he with the high hair. See Jacob Butler.
Eugh, is walking through the audience doing this thing with his hand normally reserved for ‘and her tits were this big’. Very distracting. And the pointy boots. I believe his has perfected the Grandpa dance shuffle. Just waiting for it to be over so we can hear something potentially more exciting.

(BTW – It is scaring me just how much I am agreeing with Kyle Sandilands these days)

Carl Risely. I know it’s lame, but I have a soft spot for this guy. Is it the vulnerability? The school boy earnestness and good looks? Who knows, but I just will him to do well. He’s taken risks and survived so far and I hope it continues. Tonight though, was just a little irritating. It was the scatting. Is that how you spell it? Or am I going to get a whole heap of really dirty googlers.

Matt Corby. The current front-runner to take out the 2007. I really like this guy and damn can he sing. Are they lycra pants? This guy is a walking advertisement for hair wax. I actually think he’s tearing the song up, but he just looks so uncomfortable.


Vocally this guy just craps over everyone else. Am so pleased he’s getting the kudos from the judges.

Oh look. Bringing up the rear. How appropriate. TiNatalie GaucArena. The balladrear. Eesh. Fishnets. I reckon if they did a close up those thighs would be looked like a trussed chicken or one of those rolled roasts. You know the ones in the butcher’s shops where the meat is rolled and then encased in a white netting and the meat pushes out through the gaps. The judges love it. Don’t really know why. Maybe it was better in studio.

So, a MUCH better night that last week. A few great performances – Ben, Mark and Matt just burned it up. Cosette was satisfyingly appalling. TiNatalie, Jacob, Ben and Tarisai comfortably predictable, Carl and Marty OK. My guess for the bottom three – Cosette, Jacob and Carl. Or maybe Marty instead of Carl.

Cheray Doughty. Robbed.

The candle burns in her memory.

Idol ruminations – second final ousting

Hand up if you were surprised at the inclusion of Marty Simpson? Oh dole bludgers hanging out at Erina Fair how you surprise me so. I thought you would have been massively texting his name in all day long. Oh single mums in Ettalong. Too busy watching the Emmys Red Carpet to care? Anyway, he is safe for another week.

The guy has sung the same British rock pop every single week and Dicko called his bluff. That and he was wearing what looked like a very uncomfortable trench coat. Done up. Indoors. Under TV lights.

Well, last night she played the sympathy card and then tried to take it back. Apparently she’s deaf in one ear. But deaf or not, she was pitchy and she’s GAWN. While I’m kinda sad because I like her, the competition was eating her alive. Now she can go back to doing her folksy thing in kooky clothes and have her own – albeit small – adoring fan base to entertain.

Idol ruminations – second final, ROCK ON for real

OK, I have to do a proper wrap up even though I can feel the knots in my shoulders tightening from the thought of it. But let me say just this. It is SUCH A STUPID IDEA. This notion of each week the singers singing in different genres. As if the winner will be expected to do songs in all the different genres when they (even if it’s just for a moment before the cold cold call of the RSL circuit beckons mournfully on the horizon).

That said, there is something very subtle that it shows. How someone can lend their own style to a genre but not sell out. See. Subtle.

These people did an OK job of it:
Ben McKenzie. I can’t remember what he sang because he was wearing the most horrendous t-shirt my temporary blindness affected my memory recall. While his sexual preference has nothing to do with anything, Kyle went way over line with the gay innuendo and let’s cut the kid some slack. He’s SIXTEEN.

Matt Corby. The Teflon Kid. Not much is going to stick to this kid for weeks and it’s not just because of the amount of hair wax he’s applying. He sang something with a heap of falsetto and I reckon he gave it a pretty good whack of the stick. But there are some of us who grew up with Boy George and the wearing of the fedora is just.too.soon. Kinda like if one of them came out in high pants – you know – after the whole Dynamic Hypnotics’ Soul Kinda Feeling. Too soon.

Marty Simpson looked a lot less scared than last week. But apparently he rushed the end, or he fell behind, depending on which judge you listened to. I quite enjoyed his performance but my memory of it is already failing. Next!

Tarisai Vushe sang another big song and pulled it off. I think it was Kyle who said that every week he loves her a little bit more. I think I’m in that camp as well. It is clear from the judges that this is one little ball of enigmatic fun and that all the “I’d just like to say thank you Jesus” happy clapping during the auditions and early rounds were not so much a ruse but a red herring if you will to who she really is. And seriously. If she’s got the happy clapping evangelic bible belt of north-west Sydney behind her, she’ll be in the top three if not one of the final two.

These people tried oh how they tried but you know what, it was ROCK NIGHT. Wearing black and heavy eyeliner just wasn’t going to cut it. WHERE OH WHERE FORE ART THOU ROCK???:
Last year, Sideshow Bobby Flynn, sand exactly the same way every single week and was called mesmering, captivating and other glamour terms that catapulted him to places he would otherwise have never reached in the music machine. For some reason when Carl Risley did the same thing it was called lazy and a cop out. Go figure.

Brianna Carpenter. I lurve her, her quirky hair, her big googly eyes and crazy fashions. But watching her in this competition is fast becoming a train wreck in slow motion. If she lasts this week I’ll eat my proverbial hat (and listen, considering my current WW situation that is not an idle threat).

These people were OK but it was ROCK night. I didn’t see any of these guys even break a sweat, let alone rock on.

Daniel Misfud. The Tom Hanks of the competition. White bread on white bread. He’ll last because people will just kinda forget his there and the uni student brigade will see him across the line.

TiNatalie GauciArena did balladrear in black. I can’t remember anything of it except I think there were sparkly tights rather than not-opaque-enough ones. Next!

Jacob Butler sang another English rock pop tune. In a trench coat. And fell over he was ROCKIN’ SO HARD. not. NEXT!

Mark Da Costa is apparently the Rock God of the group. He was OK. I can’t really remember it. Even his performance seemed staged. Crafted. Manicured. Predictable. BORING.

And DO NOT even get me started:

Me smells a rat in regard to the whole inclusion of Lana Ja’mie* Kroft.
The judges go too easy on her. This week they even bumped up the backing vocal to make her voice sound bigger. She attempted to punch the air but it was more like a little broken bird trying to fly. Pathetic. My incredulity at her inclusion is fast turning to incredulous anger. Not pretty.

* with a nod to Sam for that excellent analogy.

And the candle still burns.

Cheray Doughty. ROBBED.